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Remember, it takes two people to put something on the shelf. One to stock, and one to donate. Both of them, in this case, really didn’t care. I wonder what the pricetag was on this particular lump? That would have been a useful part of the story. $.99? $3.99? Priceless?
After the divorce, after the paperwork and fat, well-paid lawyers, there was only the grieving, and shards of broken calcite. Shawn picked up the base, sturdy, good solid mesquite, the kind of base you could build aÂ marriageÂ on. Empty now, barren. After a long pause he threw it away, into the overflowing garbage can, but…but no. It was too precious, this last remnant of a love that had endured these long one-and-a-half years. No…maybe someone, somewhere will remember us, learn from our mistakes. He picked up the base, for a moment remembering Donna’s happy smile, a whole family, aÂ piece of calcite,Â and almost reverentially, placed it in the Goodwill bin.
“Look what I made for you!”
“Oh, that’s really nice! Really…nice.”
“You can take it to work and put it on your desk!”
“I bet you’re glad you had me!”
“Oh yeah, Tiger. Super-glad.”
“Do you ever think about what it would have been like if you hadn’t choosed life?”
Absent calcite from the Goodwill in Oak Hill on “The Y,” which is a great store, if a little hard to get to. “Prolife” from Goodwill on 183 and Burnet, which is going to reopen, bigger, better, and hopefully even more full of crap, on the 16th! Oh my love, so long you’ve been kept from me…